I still chew my food until it is more or less liquid, I do it as mindfully as I can and I can even imagine continuing this until the end of my life. It would probably improve my health. But it doesn't make the big change. It is like being on the wagon - it improves your health because you don't take toxic substance, but it doesn't make you sober. You can still have intoxicated mind that leads you to wretched life by repeating destructive patterns.
I know, I know, Sophie is talking about it all the time
I know it too but today I felt it in my bones and every cell of my body. I got so scared as if I faced The Last Judgement. I have a choice to make, the kind of choice which seems unbearable to my mind. The choice is Life or Death, when Death means wretched life and Life means... sacrificng everything. I got nausea. Then it almost made me cry. Really. I am over a precipice and I know I have to jump. Like in my dreams from the last few years. My attitude is that I am courageous enough to be healthy and free. I verbalised it this way knowing that the challenge is not about just food. I had no idea how much courage I need to make it meanigful.
This is my first challenge with Sophie and it swept me off the chessboard. Sophie, you Witch!
PS I really wanted to write about resources and opportunity. I was thinking about it. I probably overthought
